Early train back from Bath. Returning to London, we started the farewell tour. If you’re as sentimental as I am, that leads to you helping your daughter say goodbye to buildings, and using phrases like ‘the farewell tour’. (She left a ‘Thank You’ note on the Cloutie Tree at The Horniman) Friday, Ann and I made a break for MAAI for lunch. It was absolutely gorgeous. Really happy we made it along. Beautiful family energy to the place too. It’s strange, this moving. We’ll each be in a couple of days a week, but the gravity of our lives will be on the coast. Our orientation will be towards the sea, not the Thames. I’ve lived in London 21 ¾ years, a little over half my life. London-me is old enough to be handing in the dissertation for his BA. There are pockets of town I know off by heart. There are huge tracts of it that are entirely unknown to me: colleagues tell me where they live and I just smile and nod and move the chat along to hide my ignorance. I’ve lived a massive slab of…
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